Yun Shishi's expression soured. She picked up the remote control and switched off the TV.
How annoying; forget it! What I can't see won't hurt me.
As she stepped into the kitchen, she saw the heated pot on the gas stove. With a knife in his hand, Youyou swiftly chopped green onion into sections, threw the chopped pieces into the pot together with garlic cloves, and stir-fried the ingredients.
She was gobsmacked at this.
Each time she saw her son's superb knife skills, she would feel relative amazement.
Moments later, the aroma of exquisitely cooked food wafted through the air.
She sniffed it in intoxication, her tense brows relaxing a little.
As long as this cute baby was waiting for her at home, everything would be fine.
